Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.